I hereby take your creative license:
Overly Dramatic/Excited Writer
I can’t believe he did this to me! What am I going to do?!!!
See, it all started when he didn’t show up for wedding rehearsal. I mean, we met in, what, 1996? Or was it 1998? Anyway, two days ago he decided he didn’t like his tux. Then he didn’t like his best man. Actually, he swung a blow at him two weeks ago, no, that was in January, or some time around the Super Bowl. He was drunk and livid that his team lost. I don’t remember which team. I haven’t even told you who “he” is, have I? His name is Brad. But back to what I was saying about wedding rehearsal….
The Telling You Instead of Showing You Writer
(Of course you could read the above example, but for fun’s sake…) Susan is angry, and slightly crazy.
The Grammatically Challenged Writer
It is I who said, just the other night, something ain’t right wit Brad. He my fiance. Me and him supposed to be getting married tomorrow but he seems to be missing and I ain’t been able to find him nowheres.
This is stoopid. Brad’s emmbarrassing me on the most impotent day of my life.
I angrily stomp outside, grab my cellphone, and quickly text Brad. It is precisely six o’clock. Unfortunately, he’s acting irresponsibly. Why isn’t he answering my calls. I try again, more urgently this time.
The Combo Adverb/Adjective Abuser
The air is hot and humid and dreary and misty and stifling, and I feel scared and used, as though the entire, family-filled sanctuary is laughing secretly, quietly, at me.
The raindrops slide down the mosaic windows like tear drops from my eyes. I stand alone at the altar like a ship abandoned at sea. I am to pain as knife is to flesh. I am dead.
Your turn. Give out the tickets:-)